Her hair is a weird shade of silver, or even gray, and when she angles back, it almost touches the blades of grass. It’s that fucking long. “Who. The fuck. Is that?” I ask, unknowingly taking a step toward her. I don’t know what she looks like, but I need to fuck her. Immediately. She’s sending out energy that I need to fucking inhale, preferably while I’m between her thighs.
